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Lyrics

wouldn't you think that, i'd have it all figured out by now, that i'd know exactly what i'm dong, wouldn't you think that i'd have a key, to open every melody and sing, like it is all here at my feet, wouldn't you think that, i'd have a life hanging on my wall, so i could prove that i'm alive, but these are just things i've been given, for a plastic way of living, and i'm not sure if that really is my style, the second hand it rolls on by, it never looks back to wait for mine, and if i fall any harder this time, if i dig any deeper lord what will i find, well you can buy my life on radio, and order me by mail, but not everything about me is for sale, no not everything about me is for sale, wouldn't you think that, i'd have the strength to carry anything, and i could buy myself, a brand new set of hands, but sometimes like the others, i just ran away take cover, and i swear that no one really understands, the second hand that rolls on by, it never looks back to wait for mine